2005/07/09

A descending climbMy feet can't make the hillTo the top where your house hidesTomorrow she comesThe one who i've sworn and brokeLoyaltyTo take your placeIn the bed next to meYou threaten to make me deadAnd none of this will matterOr surface againScares you to know that we won't beWatching the same sunOr brooding the same thoughtsIn the same part of the worldScares me how you get olderHow you forget about each otherThings mean a lot at the timeDon't mean nothing later.